“What the fuck is your problem?” I whisper-shout. “I know what you have planned, and I’m not going to let it happen.” It takes effort to keep my eyes from widening, and the stricken look off my face. “I don’t have anything planned,” I vehemently deny. She ignores me. “You don’t get to be treated better than the rest of us, then escape your fate,” she growls. “Treated better?” I echo on a bewildered laugh. “You’ve been getting me in trouble since I got here!”
